IRELAND'S SWORD AND SHIELD
Oh! Erin, ray country, thee I dearly adore,
I hope I may see you as in the bright days of yore,
When no English landlord our soil would frequent,
Nor bring on starvation to pay back rents.
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Oh! the cruel-hearted Saxons,
Our vengeance they'll feel;
Ireland, Ireland,
To no Englishman yield.
Oh! Erin, my country, thee I dearly adore,
I hope in the future you will have peace in galore,
When your sons and your daughters no more they will roam.
But with peace and contentment they'll all stay sit " home.
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Oh! the cold-hearted Saxons,
Our answer they'll feel,
Ireland, Ireland,
Grasp your sword And shield.
Oh! Erin, my country, thee I adore,
In the battle for freedom may you rush to the fore,
When the battle is raging, for victory you are set,
Then we'll pay back the English our long-standing debt.
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Oh! the cruel-hearted English,
Our revenge they must feel,
Ireland, Ireland,
Sway your flag, sword and shield.
Oh! Erin, my country, thee I dearly adore,
Though I am far from thy bosom, yet I love thee the more,
May your voice for your freedom like waves ever swell,
Through as loyal a channel as Mr. Parnell.
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Oh! you true sons of Erin,
May your valor be seen
In your own parliament,
In old sweet College Green.